Happy Birthday To Me
Happy Birthday To Me - 02

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Both of Syifa's eyes were slightly swollen because all night he cried lamenting the sadness experienced opened slowly. Maybe this is a bit too much for some people but celebrating a birthday on a very special day together with the people he loves is the most valuable thing for Syifa's life.

No one ever surprises him on his birthday. Syifa got out of bed and opened the window like she does every day. As he opened the window, pushed both sides of the window door until the scene outside his room was clearly displayed.

He smiled while taking a deep breath feeling the fresh morning air that filled his lung cavity.

"The Happy birthday Syifa. Happy 16th birthday. I hope today someone surprises Syifa," syifa said with a smile and after that she returned to dancing around like she was in a cloud studded with red rose petals that stung with a very fragrant aroma.

While taking a bath Syifa had fun while rubbing the surface of her skin with soap and occasionally playing foam imagine how beautiful it is when her friends really give a surprise on her birthday.

As he exited the bathroom Syifa went back in circles and pinched one by one the dolls that were still on the chair around the birthday cake that he blew last night.

"New money and new happiness. May today be the happiest day for Syifa. Happy birthday Syifa," he said once again.

Syifa stepped down the steps towards the kitchen. As usual breakfast for a beautiful and cheerful girl like Syifa. Not praising yourself is just a reality. Syifa always admired her beauty when she was in front of the mirror. Syifa was like a princess with a sweet smile on her birthday. Syifa is very happy.

Syifa's cheerful steps came to a halt when she found no one at the dinner table. He stared in confusion until he finally turned his head as the voice of someone stepped behind him.

"Take it, good morning!" greet Syifa to the old maid, said the old Syifa can see from her hair that has a lot of gray and her skin that is getting more and more scripting.

One of the most beloved women Syifa is a woman named mbok Jati. Mbok Jati has been working here for a long time since Syifa was a child just lately mbok Jati did not stay at night in this house and decided to go home to her son who was a distance not far from Syifa's mother's house.

Mbok Jati put the fried rice on the table and chuckled as Syifa hugged her tightly.

"Well, why, how does it seem so happy today?" jati comments that really feel the aura of happiness that radiates from the smile and embrace of Syifa.

"Syifa is very happy today."

"really?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Happy why? non Syifa people are always happy every day."

"Yes mbok, Syifa knows but today Syifa is happier. Guess why Syifa is happy today!"

"why, huh?" tanya Mbok Jati who looks like she is thinking of making Syifa bite her lips so as not to scream so happy.

"Let's guess!" ask Syifa while raising her eyebrows.

"What's? Mbok was tired of thinking," he gave up complete with his thick Japanese accent.

Syifa took away her smile for a moment and soon she had her smile back up.

"Today's Syifa birthday, yeeee!!!" cheer Syifa happy while clapping and jumping and spinning make mbok Jati shook her head slowly.

"How many years?" ask mbok Jati.

"How much, huh?"

"Come how many? If you look at Syifa's age how many?"

Mbok Jati fell silent and then he stared from the tip of his foot until his eyes met with Syifa who was still silent while supporting his waist.

"15 years?"

Syifa breathed a heavy sigh.

"Wrong."

"Well, mbok wrong yo?"

"Yes, it was clearly wrong. Syifa is 16 years old."

"Well, happy birthday to you non Syifa. Mbok endak know his birthday date non Syifa continue to mbok Jati also ndak have a cake to give to non Syifa."

"That's okay, mbok. Syifa is okay if you don't give me cake."

"What really?"

"Yes Syifa's time must lie, the same mbok Jati. Mbok Jati, Syifa has been considered as Syifa's own biological grandmother," Syifa said making Mbok Jati smile happily.

Syifa who had been smiling since then now turned her head back to look at the dining table, a place that was so very quiet.

"Bu Rahmi has gone from earlier to the office," said mbok Jati without waiting for Syifa to ask.

Syifa's breath seemed to be stuck in her throat cavity. Her mother left early in the morning without wishing her a happy birthday. Huh, so very painful.

Syifa smiled again trying to show Jati if she was okay.

"It's okay, kok, mbok if Mom nothing important, right in this house there is a teak mbok."

Hearing that makes Jati smile and then nod slowly making Syifa immediately sit down and eat fried rice that has been made by mbok Jati. Syifa had breakfast with her mother for several years, especially with her father and her mother divorced when Syifa was 5 years old and decided Syifa should follow her mother because it was during the custody of his mother that won the trial.

But the separation between the two parties did not make Syifa feel a lack of affection for a Papa because every time he got a school holiday he always came to visit his father's house even though the father was married again and have some kids.

Syifa often thought that if her father and mother did not separate, Syifa would have a sister but all had passed. The destiny outlined by God is not like that. Perhaps God had predestined that Syifa would be the only child of two families.

If his father who has been married and has several children is different from his mother who never married again after the divorce. Either because of a deep trauma to a man or indeed he focused on taking care of Syifa.

But for Syifa the matter of taking care of children could not be used as an excuse for her unmarried because for Syifa the most important thing for her mother is work.

Just look at this early morning like this her mother was already at work leaving Syifa without saying a birthday word to Syifa.

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